what do you do when you get up?

Every night I have been having incredible, beautiful, adventurous dreams.  I wake up on my air mattress, get up to go pee, and have the same argument with myself every morning.  Do I wake up and start the day?  Or do I try and return to those dreams.  I go the whole day without dreams, and only in this dawning of the subconscious do they seem so attainable, and almost tangible.

But then I start to feel like sloth incarnate.  Worshiping the surreal dimensions of my mind, and justifying this because these modes of experience are so fleeting.

So today, I woke up.  I wrote down my dream, and refused to let myself back in bed.  The comforters look so warm and soft and inviting.  No, I tell them.  Please? They ask.  OK, I'll blog undercovers, but I am not going to sleep! I say.

...

I just woke up from an amazing dream where I was running along the rooftops of a rural village, kicking around chickens, when I had to land because someone had told me my email address wasn't working.  I got down, but then suddenly I was in a van, and being interrogated with questions about [something very important].  He turned the lamp directly into my face, as those villainous characters always do in the movies...

An obnoxious beam of light then bleared my eyes open, and though I still heard the interrogator shout at me, the vision of his face was replaced by my dusty floor between the proscenium of my oh-so-warm blankets and my oh-so-soft mattress.  I squinted, reality came into focus, and like the tides washing into sea, the voices and questions and interrogations were swept away from consciousness.

I hate being awake.  You have to fill you head with ideas of inspiration, motivation, determination to give the conscious life purpose.  When you sleep your mind does a pretty good job of filling in all those blanks for you.